"Why?"
"Why bother helping me?"
She suddenly asked as Nolan looked at her silently for a while before he whispered back.
"Do you really want to know why?" he asked, and Luna nodded weakly.
"It's because... I'm a pervert!" He said, and Luna raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Yes, yes. A pervert for girls with soft, milky white skin," Nolan completed, and Luna giggled at his devilish expression.
"If your hands move to the wrong places, I will slice them off..." She warned with the same devilish look, and Nolan shook his head.
"Don't worry. I'm very good at my craft, and my first rule is that it must be taken slowly."
"So for today, you'll be free from my perverted hands..." He replied to her as she rolled her eyes at him, choosing to ignore him.
"Thank you either way," she said, this time seriously, but Nolan simply shrugged it off.
